"Fuck," Lelouch swore under her breath as she turned the corner, and saw her husband waiting for her outside of their apartment.

She didn't want to see him, not yet. Truthfully she meant to spend the night at Aires Villa with Suzaku, curled up in his arms by the fireplace until reality came crashing down. Her cell phone rang with the special ringtone she used only for Sayoko. The twins were crying inconsolably, asking for their mama.

Normally she would have loved a reason to come back home. Now she left her love in order to return to them. "I'll sneak back," she had said before she left. That probably wasn't going to happen now that Schneizel stared down at her with watchful eyes. Still, if she played her cards right, she could avoid the argument until morning.

"Is that what you were doing?" He asked as if he were making light conversation. His grip tightened on the newel post on the top of the stairs. "Is that why I found your wedding ring on the counter of the bar?"

Her heart hammered from his accusations. She fought the urge to fuss with her dress, make sure she'd put it on properly in her haste. He wasn't supposed to be here. He was supposed to barely notice that she wasn't there, be distracted by his mistress enough that she could do what she wanted. How foolish she had been, thinking that she could get away with the same thing that Schneizel had. She never questioned his vows, whereas he surely had spies all over the castle, watching her.

So much for avoiding the conversation.

"I'm not in the mood to talk about fidelity with you, Schneizel. It can wait until morning," she sighed, hoping she still had a chance to go to bed with him an sneak out. "I know about Abigail."

"I'll take care of her. I'm more concerned about you right now." He pushed off from where he was leaning against the darkly stained banister of the spiral staircase that leads to their apartment.

Lelouch inspected his strides for hints of his mood, as he scrutinized every detail of her dress. His prying eyes made her want to squirm, give signals of guilt. She regretted nothing of her night with Suzaku besides that she should have had sex with him sooner.

The lights were low, with only the cast iron lamps at the various landings providing an ethereal glow. She was at an advantage since he would come across two of them on his way down, except her original hope was thrashed once he stalked past the first. His jaw was tight and his eyes hard.

Lelouch had dealt with his rage in the past previously and didn't want to repeat the process. She licked her lips, considering the repercussions if she ran.

Like I could outrun him. He is already on the bottom of the stairs now.

She flinched when he came close enough to smooth down a section of the hair that came loose from her intricate braid.

"I said I'd never harm you, Lulu."

"And yet you cheat on me with my mistress of robes, getting her pregnant!" Lelouch hissed. Her fear turned to anger, making her tremble under his touch.

Schneizel played with her hair thoughtfully. "I told you not to worry about her. I'd worry about myself if I were you." He wrapped his arm around her waist to keep her from moving.

She held his gaze, refusing to become flustered. He had no way of knowing Suzaku touched that same spot at the nape of her neck as they kissed. Were her bottom curls a mess from where her ex had kissed her neck? As if to read her mind, Schneizel brushed the black locs aside, inspecting.

"I see. Your dress is unhooked." He moved his free hand, the one that wasn't on the small of her back, to fix the issue.

"Don't you pin this on me after you—!" she began. Schneizel cut her off with a stern shush. He didn't need to probe to know that her heart was racing when the gown fell to the ground, with the tulle underlayer preventing the skirt from forming a puddle at her feet. "Not here." She scolded, shivering from the chill of being newly naked.

"Afraid of being seen? Or is that sentiment just left over from sneaking around with your darling Suzaku?" He breathed into her ear, biting at the small spot on her cartilage that sent shivers down her spine, and made her knees weak.

She cried out when he unceremoniously shoved three fingers within her, feeling a blend of fresh fearful arousal, and the remains of her time with Suzaku.

"Stay where you are. You won't like it if I have to chase you." He said, stepping back.

Despite her fears, Lelouch obeyed, turning only to watch him undress. There were only a handful of times previously that she saw him with such cold calculating features. His face was tight, showing the beginning of frown lines between his eyebrows, and near his mouth. Pastel purple eyes sparkled with the effort of his restraint. His lips were a hard line, softening only when he began to speak.

"Do you know why the penis is shaped this way?" He asked once his robes were neatly folded on and hung on the banister. Lelouch remained a deer in the headlights as he slowly removed his belt, and unbuttoned his dress slacks. "There's a theory by Professor Gordon Gallup, published in the Journal of Evolution and Human Behavior, stating that the coronal ridge of the phallus evolved to ' enable males to potentially substitute their semen for the semen of their competitors.' If memory serves, their latex dicks could scoop out more than 90% of a cornstarch mixture with just one thrust."

Like he had any right to talk to her about adultery! Lelouch opened her mouth to argue, to scream at him; he held up his hand, warning her to stay silent. If it were just her in danger, she couldn't have cared less. He held Suzaku's life in his hands too.

She was trembling by the time he finished undressing and approached her again. "In another room, at least," was her only request. Lelouch wore a long leash, but it existed nonetheless, and one she feared snapped. Not even she could speculate Schneizel's reaction.

"Against the railing."

When she didn't move, he shoved her. Lelouch lost her footing and almost fell, except Schneizel caught her by the arm. He practically dragged her to the desired location. Lelouch gripped the railing, expecting his hand on her ass at any moment.

Instead, he took hold of her hips and made several deep, painful, and full thrusts. Lelouch sobbed and gripped spindles harder. Schneizel let go of her hip to reach around and rub her clit. That too was harsh and painful compared to Suzaku's light touch. That thought didn't stop her treasonous body from responding, lubing the area with her arousal as well as Suzaku's sperm.

"If you wish to act as a harlot, then you will be put on display as one. Perhaps I should wake up the castle to watch," he sneered, biting down on the underdeveloped hickey Suzaku left, claiming that area as his own. "Of course, then we would have a show of loyalties. I'm well aware that most of my military is devoted to you, and yet, I am still their primary master."

"Husband, please." She requested, hating the way he was capable of creating a paradox of pain and pleasure. Her body quaked from his touch. She whined when he pulled his hand away from her clit to pry her head away from the banister.

He chuckled cruelly, forcing her on her tiptoes like a ballerina in order to keep from being strangled by his hand holding her head back against his shoulder. "Funny you call me that after breaking those vows tonight."

"You... Double standards." She hissed, squeezing her eyes shut in order to focus. His grip wasn't hard but it was enough to make her lightheaded from Asphyxiation. "Like you've been the... Ah! Pinnacle of-" Lelouch gasped, gnawing at her lower lip enough to break skin; the first orgasm interrupting her argument.

Schneizel was always capable of manipulating her body to his will. Outside of her previous prison, or gilded cage, as he so sympathetically called the Damocles, she had a false sense of freedom. She had grown comfortable with him, forgetting what he was really like.

"Cum for me again, Lelouch. Push Suzaku's sperm out as your muscles clench around my cock." He whispered in her ear as he shoved harder than before. He began playing with her clit again, scratching his nail against the sensitive nub.

A scream left her scratchy throat and as another orgasm rocked her. Her breath shook as she gasped. His grip on her neck tightened.

Again and again, he forced her to orgasm from the pain. They were so close together Lelouch couldn't tell where one climax ended and another began. She had given up on her traitorous body. Her experience only made it worse, or better, depending on perspective. Where Suzaku was unsure and sweet, Schneizel was steadfast.

"I-I can't," she choked out.

He moaned into her hair, and slackened his grip, letting her limp body lean against the stairs for support. She was near the point of passing out from too much stimulus by the time he turned her head, capturing her mouth in a hungry kiss. She fumbled to reciprocate, too spent to match his greed. Another wave of climax crashed inside of her when he finished, molding his body so perfectly that to her they seemed to be one being.

"You belong to me, Lulu." He whispered into her hair, slick with sweat. She moaned a half-asleep agreement, cuddling against his chest as he lifted her bridal style, and carried her up the stairs.

This brought back memories.

Suzaku sighed and leaned against the post of the abandoned canopy bed. His hand trembled as he held on to his side, willing the pulling sensation away. They should not have had sex, for numerous reasons, but mostly because he probably pulled his stitches. Scratch that. He knew he pulled his stitches There was blood bubbling up underneath his shirt, leaving a little wet spot on his stomach.

Suzaku chose to ignore it. His black Knight of the Rounds shirt was dark enough that you couldn't really tell that his wound was seeping, and the chances of it becoming infected were low enough that he didn't care. He thought they were low, at least; Lelouch would know. That's not to say he had any intention of letting her find out that, despite her doing most of the work in their lovemaking, he still hurt from it.

This brought back memories: Him hiding his aches and pains from her when he still thought she was ignorant to the injuries he sustained in the military, surely, but also the abandoned house. During the invasion, the Vi Britannia's and he stayed in empty houses whenever they could find them. The Japanese inhabitants had rushed out, taking what belonging they could carry, leaving the rest of the wares for looters. The houses were never this nice. The furniture was never covered with expensive linens to be kept clean. That didn't change the fact that when Suzaku pulled off the coverings to (presumably) Marianne's room, it brought back memories of when they all stayed on the Britannian bed together.

Nunnally slept in the middle, Lelouch towards the wall, and Suzaku sat on the outside, keeping watch. Normally him and Lelouch took turns, but that night he let them both sleep the night through, for once not tossing and turning from nightmares.

"It must have reminded you of Marianne's bed." Suzaku surmised as he leaned over to test the dust on the sheets.

The house that they stayed in had a king-sized mattress on a tall frame, with large furniture surrounding it. This room was similar, except Marianne's frame had a canopy. The dressers were larger with a darker stain too. It might have just been his age that made everything seem comically large at the time.

He waited for a reply, hearing footsteps approaching. Lelouch was light on her feet, but not the way this person walked almost silently. Only one person he knew of could enter a room without anyone knowing. It took Suzaku months to recognize those steps and train his ears to hear them.

"Hello Kanon," he said, instantly regretting it when the other man dashed toward him.

Suzaku twisted just in time to avoid being pinned down and blocked Kanon's first punch. He attempted to push back, sidestep and sweep Kanon into the bed, but the pull in his side prevented it. All he could do is defend himself against the skilled assassin.

The two danced in a flurry of kicks and punches. Suzaku struggled to keep up, the pain in his side becoming an unbearable distraction. His movements slowed. Kannon landed a hard punch on his jaw and swept his feet out under him. His back collided with the soft bed.

"Don't exert yourself, Suzaku. I can smell the blood on you." Kanon said as he pinned Suzaku's arms and legs.

"And they call me the Emperor's dog." Suzaku spat back, fighting to get free.

The marquees was stronger than he looked. If it weren't for his injury, they likely would have been equally matched. Not right now. Suzaku stilled when Kanon laughed throaty and unnerving.

"You are his dog, Suzaku, one who got a little too far off his leash."

Kanon brought Suzaku's hands together, grasping his skinny wrists in one hand. Now was his chance do break free. Suzaku thrashed until metal caught his eye. The knife connected with his neck. He went perfectly still, his neck stretched upward against the dagger Kanon had pulled out of his jacket. It cut into his skin as he gulped.

"You've always wanted to die since the invasion, I hear?" Kanon trailed the tip of the dagger against the knight, cutting into the top of his shirt.

"Not anymore."

"If you tell me Lelouch is your reason to live, I'm going to vomit in my mouth a little."

Suzaku felt his cheeks tingle with embarrassment. "Is that why you're here? To kill me?" He fought the urge to squirm, to fight back, knowing he hardly stood a chance to get out of this situation with his disadvantage.

"Sadly no," Kanon complained, his usually serene voice full of remorse. "That would have been too easy though… hardly any fun"

He continued to cut down Suzaku's skirt until he reached the wet spot of his wound. Suzaku winced as Kanon pushed the fabric away to reveal puffed skin and pulled stitches.

"That needs to be looked at. You're an idiot if you thought that Lelouch wouldn't notice and blame herself."

"It was fine before you showed up."

Kanon nodded. He dropped the knife back into his lapel. Undoubtedly his assessment came back that the Knight was left wanting enough that Kanon didn't need a weapon to defend himself, should Suzaku attack now. The pressure of his bare hand on the area was enough for Suzaku's vision to blue as white-hot pain shot through his body.

He wanted to fight, but the blood seeping out of his wound prevented him from moving the way he was used to. "So then why are you here?" Suzaku said through gritted teeth. Sweat accumulated on his forehead as he fought the pain.

"His Majesty thought it polite to let you know that Lelouch will be detained for the rest of the night, and to get this," Kanon put more pressure on Suzaku's stomach, "looked at again." He let up his assault, wiping Suzaku's blood off on his white pants, near his crotch. Much to the Knight's dismay, he left it there, gently massaging Suzaku's inner thigh as he waited for a reply.

"What's he doing to her?" Suzaku's hands formed fists. His body trembled with fear or rage, he couldn't be certain now.

"Nothing she doesn't enjoy, I imagine." Kanon shrugged. "Your little Lulu is quite the masochist, I hear. Or did you not know how he fucks her? If I recall correctly you watched him finger fuck her while she was tied down. Back when you enjoyed seeing her hurt."

Suzaku's short nails made marks on his palms. If he clenched his fists any tighter, he would break the skin. He breathed loudly, fighting for control. Kanon's hand stopped moving as he impassively watched the knight struggle.

It took all the disciple Suzaku possessed to not lash out at Kanon to hide his own guilt in the matter, hide the fact that everything Kanon said was true: he had liked seeing Lelouch be tortured by her brother after he sold her to him. It seemed like a small price to pay for Japan at the time. Now it felt like he had given up his world.

"If he —"

"Don't even start that speech," Kanon interrupted. "What will you do? See the world burn so that she is by your side again? Funny how your opinion changes after getting your dick wet, considering up until a few hours ago you were ready to rebound with Monica."

"How do you know about that?" Suzaku asked despite knowing the answer. Kanon knew everything. He was the ultimate spy. "Does Lulu know?"

"Considering it was I who figured you'd do good with a distraction, I'd say I know enough. Monica was so nervous when I told her you liked her, you just needed her to make the first move. The chocolate was a nice touch. Even better that Lulu saw her feeding it to you. I was just waiting for you to come clean to her about your drunken makeout session and subsequent relationship.

"She's your Elaine, Kururugi. Accept it and move on. Don't make the same mistake you made here tonight again."

"And if I don't see it as a mistake?"

Kanon smiled sweetly as he thumbed Suzaku's belt. "Your usefulness only goes so far Kururugi. In a world of peace, you're nothing. With Lelouch still willing to stay with Schneizel for the twins, you're nothing. The only thing interesting about you is that you're fun to play with. How far you are willing to go for the things you believe in, to be given a chance to make amends."

Suzaku's eyes widened as Kanon so casually mentioned his moment of weakness. "If Clovis was still alive, I'd have to thank him for the Honorary Britiannian system just for your sucking skills," Schneizel had said the day Suzaku received his punishment for letting Zero free.

"Let's just say if Monica isn't enough to distract you, I know how much you gasped, getting that asshole of yours pounded. Probably one of my favorites too."

Suzaku clenched his buttcheeks, remembering the feeling of being filled by Kanon while he sucked off Schneizel, "a Chinese finger trap," as Kanon called him. Adrenaline rushed through his body, numbing the pain in his side.

Kanon jumped back as Suzaku twisted and freed one leg, sending a kick in the marquees' way. He smiled. His eyes traveled over Suzaku, making the Knight want to shy away from his gaze by crawling into himself.

"We should really get that looked at," Kanon sighed. "You're practically useless, Suzaku, but you're still better off alive than dead."

Lelouch woke the next morning sore and barely rested. She whined hearing Arthur yell for her over the baby monitor. "Sayoko is back from vacation. Let her care for the children." Schneizel said, reaching over her to unplug the device.

She stiffened as his arm grazed over her back. It was uncommon for him to be in bed this late. Usually, the Emperor had business from morning till night, preferring to take a siesta, considering the workload Kanon prepared seemed never-ending.

Her body became even more rigid when he pulled her into his arms, wrapping one leg around her fragile frame. Except she wasn't as frail as she looked. Schneizel traced the lovemarks decorating her pale skin, undoubtedly remembering how he ravished her the night before.

"You will need to wear concealing clothing for the next several days unless you prefer makeup," he stated, admiring the orchid colored tint on her neck through hooded eyes. It would darken throughout the day, most likely, considering the flesh was so thin there. He tilted her head up, a ghost of the rough touch that caused the bruise, and gave an endearing peck on his wife's pulse. "Sir Kururugi's presence is needed for now, as paparazzi would surely wonder why all the Knights of the Round are in attendance except for him. When the timing is right, your paramour will be sent back to Japan. Until then, I expect you to remain chaperoned. I was naïve to assume your affair would remain pure."

"None of this would have happened if you had a chaperone."'

His hand quickly swept it over her arm to her hand. He squeezed her empty ring finger, digging his shirt nails into her skin. "I have never once taken off my ring since I married you. Each time I fucked Abigail, it was for you. Either to give you leave of me or because there are things that I desire that I would not ask you." He yanked her arm, pulling her onto her back. He held onto her wrist as he climbed over her, spreading her legs with his knees. "Tell me, Lulu, did you think of me when you let Suzaku have you?"

"I'm sore."'Lelouch complained when he pushed his penis against her entrance, rubbing up and down. She winced at the slight pressure and tried to wiggle away. It was impossible considering he pinned her down with his knees and held her left hand against the mattress. she pushed against his chest with her free hand. "I mean it." She said weakly.

Schneizel ignored her pathetic push and reached between her legs. "I'll be gentle," he reassured, putting as much pressure on her clit as Suzaku has the night before. He inches into her, shushing as she squeaked. "Just tell me where it hurts." He asked.

"Everywhere."

He chuckled and thrust the rest of the way in, holding himself there until her muscles began to clench, and Lelouch rocked her hips despite her complaints. His movements were slow and steady, nothing like the frenzied punishment he placed on her the night before.

She felt swollen and sore. His cock stretched her more than usual, feeling as if she would rip two. Still, as her body adapted, she couldn't help moaning quietly against the pillow.

"Look at me Lulu." He cooed, pulling his hand away from her clit to guide her head toward him. "Don't break eye contact with me."

She whined at the loss of his thumb. Her clit throbbed for attention, to have a climax ripped from her forcefully like he usually fucked her. "Please." She bucked against his cock, pleading for him to pick up the pace.

"I'm not playing a game with you right now, Lelouch." Schneizel scolded as he pulled away so that only his tip was still inside her. He adjusted his weight to let go of her numb wrist. "Wrap your arms and legs around me." He smiled when she obeyed. "Now time your breathing with mine."

"Why?" Lelouch gasped when he painstakingly slowly pushed back into her.

"Last night I wiped the stain of Suzaku from your body. Now I will wipe him from your heart. I imagine you made love like this last night, considering he couldn't have exerted himself too much with his gunshot wound."

"Have you with Abigail?"

Schneizel brought his hand back to her clit. "I've only been intimate with Kanon and you."

She whimpered at his tantalizingly slow pace. Another orgasm built up within her as a pool of comfortable heat, rather than a red hot need. Her head nuzzled his shoulder. She felt his deep breathing against her cheek, struggling to stay in rhythm with him. Each time she broke the connection, he pulled out and waited for her to regain composure.

They had never been so close. As siblings and lovers, she didn't think they could get any more intimate. It was probably her imagination, but she could have sworn she heard their hearts beat to the same rhyme. Their breathing was timed. The rest of the world faded away to the point where all they existed was this moment, this feeling of love.

It was different than the love that overcame her with Suzaku the night before. That was organic, clumsy, and beautiful. She cried because of all that they had been through, all that they overcame, just to be together again. She couldn't put it into words and didn't want to. It would taint the purity of the memory to try to describe it.

This experience with Schneizel, on the other hand, was forced. Not in the sense that he forced himself on her, although that was arguable. It was forced in the sense that he had everything down to a science: how to touch, how to breath; Lelouch did assume then that he could control the ethereal sensations radiating off him, the tantric connection that he established with her.

"Cum with me." He said as he pushed himself into her so deeply it hurt.

Schneizel groaned as Lelouch's muscles obediently tightened around him, squeezing out his seed into her waiting womb. Between yesterday and today, he hoped he had wiped Suzaku from her mind; if only he would be so lucky with her body. Despite him rattling off facts the night before, he feared anything that wasn't within his control. That meant that it wasn't guaranteed, his shoveling out the possibility of Suzaku's child.

He kissed her racing pulse, swirling his tongue around her sensitive neck as he trailed his hand down her lean frame. He stopped at her stomach, rubbing just below her navel with his thumb.

A part of him wanted to ask for details regarding her adultery: what position they used, did Suzaku pull out, and if not, how long did she wait to push it his sperm, if his wife thought to do that at all. Speaking of it wouldn't change anything, only open up the conversation of his own betrayal.

He moved his hand downward, over their still joined sexes, to hook behind her knees. Lelouch's still agape mouth closed, her dazed eyes became sharp, as she realized what he was doing. Her mouth pursed into a thin line as he lifted her legs.

"You're not serious," she complained.

"When do I ever joke about this, my fucking sister?" He laughed as she swatted at his chest, undoubtedly hating the way he reminded her of when they conceived the twins when she was nothing more than a means to an end for him. "Kanon said your period was thirteen days ago, which means you should be ovulating any day now. Normally you try to avoid me." She averted her wide eyes. "But Sir Kururugi has given me no choice but to claim you."

"So that's what this was all about? One woman pregnant isn't enough for you!" She wiggled underneath him, pushing up on her elbows. Her fiery eyes threatened to make him hard again. "You have your heir in Abigail!"

"Whatever she told you, just forget about it." Schneizel tensed and shifted his weight as she tried to sit up. He pulled her knees higher, preventing her from moving. "Twenty minutes, the old wives tales say." He kissed her wrinkled forehead.

"I'm not having your child right now Schneizel. I'm not ready."

"You are more ready than you were when we conceived the twins."

"You mean when you forced yourself on me!" Lelouch scooted her butt backward while she pushed on his chest. "I'll scream." She threatened, finally stilling beneath him.

"Wouldn't be the first time the guards heard you."

She blushed. Oh, how she was still capable of blushing from him was a gift from God. Schneizel chuckled and looked at the clock.

Sighing, he released her legs, saying "that would probably be enough," because he couldn't see her lasting another fifteen minutes.

The thought of her screaming for help here stopped him though. He wasn't certain how his guards would react. Sayoko, surely, would come after him regardless of the repercussions, if she hadn't taken the twins on their morning walk by now. It would cause a squabble, at least. Jeremiah would get word of it as the Empress's champion. The barracks would be divided.

Schneizel felt his loins tighten, seeing her wide-eyed and open to him, his cum seeping from her undoubtedly sensitive snatch. He was made for sex, made for her. No matter the mistakes he made, nothing changed that.

He slid off of her and the bed, turning to avoid her shocked expression. It would only make him want to take her again and again, forgetting the world outside the bedroom. Her groan as she left the comforts of the California king mattress made his desire worse. His ached for her warmth. Before he could stop himself he was on her again.

"Schn—" His mouth cut off her protest.

Schneizel slipped his tongue into her mouth the same time he pushed his penis into her, shoveling out the sperm he just willed to take root. There was always more. He would fuck her till she could barely move, to where she was bed bound and the thought of being touched by him or anyone else repulsed her.

A/N: Sorry for the delay guys, but I had to sleep sometime, right? This chapter makes up for all the non Schneizel x Lelouch sex scenes I've been writing, hopefully. Expect delays on the next chapter too since I have a house that is so messy it makes me want to cry and like 10+ loads of laundry piled up. Adulting is hard. Why can't I just write smut all day? Anyway, read and review! I always look forward to your guys' comments. Oh, speaking of comments, to the guest reviewer(s) that asked how Abigail could get a positive pregnancy test already, she got a blood test done, which can show pregnancy as early as 7-10 days post conception. It gets addressed in the next chapter, same with (spoiler!) what Schneizel said to Abigail.